Octopus Balloon

by The System

First published

A small upright story of Takofuusen.

A small story about Takofuusen.

This story is recommended for those who has played the game Yume Nikki.

Takofuusen's Purpose

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There is a small pony tale about a strange, floating creature.

Some ponies say it's just a myth. But it's true.

There's a extremely rare chance that you can see the mysterious creature floating above in all it's glory.

Sometimes, you can hear a faint drum beat noise coming from it. It is said that it could bring good luck. It could cure sickness. Depression. It could even bring back the deceased.

It was named Takofuusen.

The name Takofuusen was said to come from an ancient civilization that had passed away.

The name was soon found out to translate to "octopus balloon", which changed how ponies thought of Takofuusen's appearance.

It wasn't until the year 1547 that a strange pony stated he saw the creature and even drew what looked like. The appearance stuck.

In the year 1835, a book was found in the wilderness by settlers said to be written by a mad pony, about Takofuusen's origin and its purpose.

The 'mad pony' had written: "The Octopus Balloon, or Takofuusen, comes from the land White Desert, where no colors are found, which is far beyond Equestria. I kept Takofuusen hidden. It's homesick, so I'm sending it back."

The book was thought to be written by Starswirl the Bearded, who suddenly disappeared off the face of the planet.

The legend shriveled and shrunk into a small rumor, whispered only by who believed it would return to make life brighter, but those ponies slowly die away, and the legend was lost.

Very few books about Takofuusen still exist, which are only buried deepest in libraries, and farthest within archives.

But some believe Takofuusen is coming back.

Takofuusen's Hello

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It's eyes slowly opened to the bright daylight.

A happy feeling grew in its chest. It's heart began to beat faster and faster. It now sounded like a high-pitched drum beat.

It flew away with the wind pulling it across the sky.

For such a blank, hopeless area, Takofuusen was glad to be a happy creature.

It flew past Dave Spector, who didn't seem to notice anything.

This world was blank.

It flew in and out of tunnels

This world was very blank.

It flew high above the wasteland, looking at everything below.

This world was too blank.

Takofuusen forgot why it wanted to come back here. But it wasn't going to have that thought let me down. Its memories of the colorful world is what kept it going all these years. The smiles of everything he flew past. The bright, yellow sun, and the inviting, white moon.

The memories felt warm and fresh in its mind, and kept its heart going.

But it wanted to go back.

This desire sprouted a new question: How did it get there in the first place?

It thought, and remembered how.

It began to search the world, looking for the only tree with color.

When it did, Takofuusen fell into a deep sleep next to it.

-(- Hours Later -)-

A cold breeze woke Takofuusen up, it's eyes greeted by sunlight. The blue sky and the green trees caused its joy to grow again. Much more than before.

It slowly rose up, and took flight amongst the clouds.

Takofuusen had returned.

Takofuusen's Flight

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Takofuusen rised from the forest. Its ever-beating echoed into the distance as it looked out upon the beautiful world. The wind began to blow again as it began to flow across the skies.

It went on, acre upon acre of forest below it. Animals caught glimpses of Takofuusen's massive body floating with the wind. The happy look on its face was infectious to every living thing.

It began to rise higher. Its head scraped along the clouds and birds swerved around it. At this height, Takofuusen could see the whole area.

So beautiful.

-( Ponyville, Library )-

Twilight was reading an old, dusty book about different mythologies.

"Hey Twilight, what's that you're reading?"

"Just an old book I found. Lots of interesting things in here."

"Like what?"

"It's mostly about mythical creatures, likes rocs and nagas and..."

She trailed off, and stared intently at the book.

"What is it?"

"Something I've never heard about. And that's rare."

"What is it? Let me see!"

"It's a Ta...ko...fuusen. A Takofuusen. Strange name."

"Takofuusen?"

Twilight didn't respond. She began to read the pages.

"Takofuusen's origin is not known, but it's habitat is believed to be a place called White Desert, a place without color. The creature is as large as the average home, and has the ability to fly without wings."

Spike just listened.

"The creature appears to always be happy, and it's heartbeat is loud and sounds more like a drumbeat. Rare sightings have been recorded dating back to 1547 A.D. and has been "found and kept" by a mysterious pony back in 1835. The pony was said to be Starswirl the Bearded himself, but..."

She trailed off again, and went absolutely silent.

*faint drumbeat*

"Twilight-?"

"Shh! Do you here that?"

"...Yeah. What is that?"

She read the sentence over again. "The creature appears to always be happy, and it's heartbeat is loud and is more like a drumbeat."

"Then that means..."

Twilight ran straight for the door, with Spike right behind her.

She went outside, where other ponies were looking at the small, white, floating thing in the distance.

"Is that Takofuusen?"

She looked at the picture in the book again, then looked back. "Yup!"

"Keep reading."

She skipped to the next paragraph. "The creature is said to appear once a century, and is to bring a lifetime of good luck or eternal happiness. It was said that one look at Takofuusen could cure depression or sickness of any measure."

"Good luck? I could go for some of that."

"We all could."

They continued to look at the creature as the drumbeat echoed.

(-- Takofuusen --)

It continued its flight through the air to explore the land. It began to noticed villages and their people watching it from afar. Takofuusen loved this world much
more than its own.

But it knew it didn't belong here.

Takofuusen began to lower from the sky. Its time was ending. It knew it would have to go back.

As it lowered to single, white, thornless cactus, it left an imprint on its mind of this place, of its creatures, and of its colors.

Next time, it thought, next time it would stay.

Next time.